... he entered [military school] in good condition, sunburned and well after summer holidays and of normal development for his age, he was by temperament totally unfitted to stand the physical discipline of any such establishment and, which was even worse, soon became the victim of his comrades' active and cruel contempt. Doubtless they found him a romantic sentimentalist and prig, for which his early childhood would have been much to blame. Any ten- or twelve- or fourteen-year-old boy who, on being vigorously struck in the face, could say in a quiet voice..."I endure it because Christ endured it, silently and without complaint, and while you were hitting me I prayed my good God to forgive you,'' need have expected nothing but the derisive laughter of his contemporaries.
I've been reading Rilke's (translated by Norton) Letters to a Young Poet — anonymous66
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